CHUCK LORRE PRODUCTIONS, #404

I saw a woman the other day. She was very pretty. Sparkly. We
exchanged several awkward glances until I finally screwed up the
courage to walk up to her. I fumblingly introduced myself and
asked if we'd met before.

She stared at me for a few seconds, her head tilting to the side
like a confused Labradoodle, then said, "I should think so. We
used to date."

She went on to inform me that this all happened many years ago,
back when we were in college. Apparently I was the worst
boyfriend she ever had and our time together was, by far, the
worst year of her life.

I silently took this in.

"Well?" she said, "What do you have to say for yourself?"

I slowly shook my head and said, "No, I think you've confused me
with someone else."